Fragments Quote by Bruce Chatwin Download Open image “A journey is a fragment of Hell.” — Bruce Chatwin ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.1 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Fragments Hell Journey
“Every journey taken always includes the path not taken, the detour through hell, the crossroads of indecision and the long way home.” — Shannon L. Alder Copy Share Image
“The pathways of hell are hardly foreign; we shall end up there one day if we tarry too long. From a passageway to a… — Muriel Barbery Copy Share Image
“As C. S. Lewis points out, the journey to hell is a process, which can begin with something as apparently innocuous as a grumbling… — Timothy Keller Copy Share Image
Everyone's journey is their own journey. Everyone gets to where they are supposed to be. Everyone's journey works out the way they're supposed to. — Franchesca Ramsey Copy Share Image
There are many roads that lead to hell, but only one way to go to heaven. — Steven J Lawson Copy Share Image
The journey home to God is what life is about. In a sense it's not even a journey. It's an ongoing experience. — Harold Klemp Copy Share Image
The way to paradise is an uphill climb whereas hell is downhill. Hence, there is a struggle to get to paradise and not to… — Al-Ghazali Copy Share Image
“I think I would be happy in that place I happen not to be, and this question of moving house is the subject of… — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
And the formation of man is the most pressing problem facing humanity. — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
A Sufi manual, the Kashf-al-Mahjub, says that, towards the end of his journey, the dervish becomes the Way not the wayfarer, i.e. a place… — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
I pictured a low timber house with a shingled roof, caulked against storms, with blazing log fires inside and the walls lined with all… — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
“One year, he went to Paris for the week-end: but that completely upset his equilibrium.” — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
It's an old sailor's idea that every ship has a rope with one end made fast to her bows and the other held by… — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
“ Fino a quando, Signore, fino a quando? ... "Finché non siano devastate le città...". I Profeti confidavano in un Giorno della Restaurazione, in… — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
I climbed a path and from the top looked up-stream towards Chile. I could see the river, glinting and sliding through the bone-white cliffs… — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
“The real home of man is not his house but the road. Life itself is a travel that has to be done by foot.” — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
'I will go to France, to Yugoslavia, to China, and continue my profession.' 'As sanitary engineer?' 'No, Monsieur. As adventurer. I will see all… — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
“I could think of any moment and see him weaved throughout it. It was as though his soul was interwoven with mine” — M.R. Field Copy Share Image
Memories seem to surface in no particular order, with no time attached. Yesterday can seem as distant as last year. My life now consists… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
The idea of photography as evidence is pure bullshit. A photo is no more proof of any reality than what you may hear being… — Marc Riboud Copy Share Image
Genius differs from talent not by the amount of original thoughts, but by making the latter fertile and by positioning them properly, in other… — Franz Grillparzer Copy Share Image
...Forgiving is not having to understand. Understanding may come later, in fragments, an insight here and a glimpse there, after forgiving. — Lewis B. Smedes Copy Share Image
Today, something is happening to the whole structure of human consciousness. A fresh kind of life is starting. Driven by the forces of love,… — Pierre Teilhard de Chardin Copy Share Image
Only a literary work that reveals an unknown fragment of human existence has a reason for being. — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Instead of a perpetual and perfect measure of the divine will, the fragments of the Koran were produced at the discretion of Mahomet; each… — Edward Gibbon Copy Share Image
He was like a song I'd heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since. — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
All I want is to become someone new. In this case, Tobias Johnson, son of Evelyn Johnson. Tobias Johnson may have lived a dull… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
The weathercocks on spires and housetops were mysterious with hints of stormy wind, and pointed, like so many ghostly fingers, out to dangerous seas,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
